Wesley Corpus

Page 27 22Source: Johann Freylinghausen. First appeared in CPH (1737), 38-39. Appears here via HSP (1739), Christ in us; in him we see Fulness of the deity. Beam of the eternal beam; Life divine we taste in him! Him we only taste below; Mightier joys ordain'd to know: Him when fully ours we prove, Ours the heav'n of perfect love! Christ Protecting and Sanctifying.22 O Jesu, source of calm repose, Thy like nor man, nor angel knows; Fairest among ten thousand fair! Ev'n those whom death's sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compass'd round, Find light and life, if thou appear. Effulgence of the light divine, Ere rolling planets knew to shine, Ere time its ceaseless course began; Thou, when th' appointed hour was come, Didst not abhor the virgin's womb, But God with God, wert man with man. The world, sin, death, oppose in vain, Thou by thy dying death hast slain, My great Deliv'rer and my God! In vain does the old dragon rage, In vain all hell its pow'rs engage; None can withstand thy conqu'ring blood. Page 28 23Source: Gerhard Tersteegen. First appeared in HSP (1739), 188-89. Lord over all, sent to fulfil Thy gracious Father's sov'reign will, To thy dread sceptre will I bow: With dut'ous rev'rence at thy feet, Like humble Mary, lo, I sit: Speak, Lord, thy servant heareth now. Renew thy image, Lord, in me, Lowly and gentle may I be; No charms but these to thee are dear: No anger may'st thou ever find, No pride in my unruffled mind, But faith and heav'n born peace be there. A patient, a victorious mind That, life and all things cast behind, Springs forth, obedient to thy call, A heart, that no desire can move, But still t' adore, believe and love, Give me, my Lord, my life, my all. Publick Worship.23 Lo, God is here! Let us adore, And own, how dreadful is this place! Let all within us feel his pow'r, And silent bow before his face. Who know his pow'r, his grace who prove, Serve him with awe, with rev'rence love. Page 29 24HSP (1739) read "All may we lose". Lo, God is here! Him day and night Th' united choirs of angels sing: To him enthron'd above all height Heav'n's hosts their noblest praises bring: Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise thee with a stamm'ring tongue.